The Funny Side of Suicide

A friend of mine once inquired if I had suicide on my brain. "EVERY TIME I SEE YOU... you chase away the rain." She looked a little puzzled but thanked me none the less, adding: "Are you sure you're not contemplating the end of all your stress?" "Why," said I, "should I decide to end this life sublime when all I want right here and now is one more round of wine?" "So cut the crap, go take a nap or bring me red rose', you're killing me with your questions and all I want to do is play!" Still she could not let it go and asked me once again - "Are you SURE you're not considering a permanent vacation, my friend?" "Enough, enough of all this stuff regarding grassy graves, If you ask me one more time again it's yours that will be made!" And so she finally took the hint that I'm finer than a frogs hair cut - Never the less, I thanked her profusely for caring so very much. * Inspired by a very special lady here in PSoup (who shall remain anonymous), recently concerned about my state of mind. I couldn't help but be impressed and touched by her genuine concern and felt compelled to reassure her that I'm "Finer than a frogs hair cut." On a more serious note, REAL suicide is nothing to laugh about and if this poem offends anyone, I sincerely apologize and mean no disrespect to anyone touched by it's sad results. All the best, Terry